In the afternoon, Meng Qianzi changed his car. Although the RV was comfortable, he couldn't hold on to the next road. Judging from Lu Sanming's meaning, it was still good now. In the last section of the road, let alone this kind of four-wheel drive SUV, he couldn't even get in. - Yamado, who was receiving the local reception, was still thinking of a way.

At dusk, Meng Qianzi saw this method.

Mule gang composed of eleven mules.

There are four farmers and workers who drove mules, from Baise, Guangxi. They were "digged" from nearby construction sites by the local Shandog. It is said that the mountains are too narrow and rugged, and large machinery cannot be used for construction projects. They can only rely on the most primitive transportation capacity of mules, such as mules.

When the convoy arrived, eleven mules lined up in a row, as if waiting to be reviewed. In addition to leaving a seat for the person on the back, each mule was fully equipped, and two or three pairs of rain boots were hung around the mule's neck, which was funny and funny.

There are only eleven mules, and mule workers are willing to work hard to avoid sitting in order to save money. If you remove the four men of Meng Qianzi, Jiang Lian, Shenshang, and Lu Sanming, you can sit seven more men. These seven men must be smart and capable, and they must also include guides and doctors. After some selection, Xin Ci was naturally excluded.

Xin Ci was so happy that he only entrusted Lu Sanming the medicine that Meng Qianzi should take. Lu Sanming held the medicine like Feng Lunyin, and felt that the burden on his shoulders was sank three times.

The Shando, who was responsible for the reception, had a name for Piqiu, and the nickname was Pixiu. This person was tall and big, with a body full of tendons. Because Pixiu is a beast of good fortune that can transform disasters and disasters, when Shando went on a mission, he liked to form teams with him for auspiciousness.

As soon as they met, Pixiu reviewed Meng Qianzi, saying that he knew that there were many people coming, but there were few mules, so he could only find these few.

Meng Qianzi didn't understand why he couldn't walk with his feet and had to sit on a mule, but he was too lazy to ask. It would make sense for others to make such arrangements.

As for the lack of mules, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it: the mountain ghost did things, and rarely devoted all the staff to it, and would leave a reserve camp behind, and those remaining people were reserved for backup - so that if something happened, there would be a support, so that no one could tell what happened like the water ghost.

When Jiang refined mules, he was worried that so many things had been carried on the mules, and he might not be able to cope with them. The person who led the mules was indifferent and boasted to him in broken Mandarin: "We transport stones down the mountain to pour high-pressure telephone poles, and carry one stone at a time, which is 200 kilograms. It's okay to go up and down nine times a day, so please relax."

...

A mule team set out into the mountain. The road was narrow and could not be driven side by side, so they could only move in a single row. Xin Ci watched from afar, feeling that the queue was getting thinner and thinner. Later, it was like a row of ants sank into the vast mountain.

***

When we reached halfway, Meng Qianzi understood the use of these mules and rain boots.

When you go to Wubainang Township, you don’t need to cross mountains and ridges. The convoy had already crossed too many mountains before. This area was a basin with a low terrain. It was just that there were too many large zongzi stone mountains scattered on the basin. Those stone mountains could not be climbed, and they could only "travel" between the stone mountains. Now it is the end of summer. The rainy season has just passed, and the ground is soaked like a swamp. With one foot down, the wet mud can reach the root of the thighs. Those mules are already like clay men, and the mules are not much better. They are not in the mud. From a distance, they look like monsters floating on the mud with their belly.

This is tricky. Although the mud here is harder than the ones on the road, it is not suitable to laugh at fifty steps and nail the tent. Instead of sleeping all night, it is better to cheer up and work. Meng Qianzi made a fuss: "Dress it up, do things, do it all, and have a good rest when you go out."

She put on her rain boots, tied her boots tightly, and slid off the mule's back, and others also got off the mule.

However, people can stay up late to work. After the mule has been away for most of the day, they have to rest well, otherwise it will be difficult to return tomorrow: several mule workers make money from mules, and they feel very sorry for the animals, so they have to drag the mule to drink water.

This kind of mountain depression, when the rainy season passes, there will inevitably be large and small ponds, just far and near. Although the water in the pond is dirty, the animals don’t care. Meng Qianzi asked Lu Sanming to pick two good-skilled people with the mule workers. To put it inappropriately: If something happens to a mountain ghost, it is easy to solve internally. This kind of outsider has a short and short position, which is too difficult.

The rest of the people were not in batches. They were so dark that they were afraid of something happening in batches, so they gathered together, following the map number, and went all the way to check the abandoned residents.

After two mule workers, there were nine people left on Meng Qianzi's head, and the division of labor was clear: Pixiu and another Kong Wu were powerful, named Tang Zhuang, who was responsible for exerting efforts, lifting the cover and lifting the frame, and cleaning the scene. Meng Qianzi and his team were mainly checking, and the remaining three were left, two were lighting, and one was watching from the side.

The group of people walked away and looked at it, but to be honest, they couldn't see anything unusual: when the people in the village moved away, most of them took away their homes, and the rest were mostly large items that were difficult to bring. Even if they were spread out, what clues could they see?

Meng Qianzi was a little depressed and felt that this trip to Wubai Nang Township was mostly a busy day. When he came, he just wanted to have peace of mind.

Jiang Lian took a loophole and went up to her and said, "Everyone else moved away, but Yan Luo may not be. He must have left in a hurry, so there should be a lot of things left."

Meng Qianzi didn't look at him, but she always wanted to choke him: "That's not necessarily. Maybe he has a wife. If he leaves, his wife can move."

Jiang Lianxiao: "Yan Luo is like that, he is wandering outside, and when he fled... he is in his forties or fifties, and he still has to take care of his wife?"

He recalled: Yes, the Kuan family was robbed and killed in the 1940s. At that time, Yan Luo looked like he was in his twenties or thirties. He fled in the 1960s and was in his forties.

He could still stretch out a love line on the way of Yan Luo's escape? He couldn't accept it.

Meng Qianzi snorted: "The photo of Grandma Duan is the two of Yan Luo. His dress is exactly the same as that of the locals. In other words, he must have lived there for many years. If it weren't for that face, would you recognize him as an outsider?"

"If a person wants to hide his identity, the biggest disguise is to make his face blurred and keep in line with the people around him. He is an outsider and has always been a bachelor. It is so noticeable - why not find a country wife who doesn't know anything, serve him, and take care of everything for him so that he can do his own thing with peace of mind?"

This place is so remote that the people living here must be isolated from the world, ignore the situation outside, and do not know anything at all. Yan Luo wants to cover up and integrate quickly. The best way is to make a pair with a local woman. This matter is beneficial to Yan Luo without any harm.

Jiang Lian was stunned and said for a while: "It makes sense."

Meng Qianzi glanced at him: "So, men, this is what they do."

After saying that, he raised his head and went out, and ordered Pixiu: "Go to the next room."

Jiang Lian fell behind, and always felt that Meng Qianzi's words were long and full of charm. He was talking about Yan Luo openly, and he was going to hit someone secretly...

Just as he was thinking, the charlatan caught up and asked him: "Xiao Lianxian, do you think that Yan Luo came to Wubai Nong Township, did he choose a remote place to hide, or did he come here on purpose?"

Jiang Lian couldn't say it well.

The next one is a stone house. Before entering the door, I felt the smell of rottenness. Pixiu distributed masks to several people in advance. As soon as Jiang Lian put on the mask, he noticed that there was wind blowing around him.

The basin is low-lying, and the wind is coming, and the mountain is towering and wind blows, and it cannot be smooth and unobstructed. It is often blocked and rubbed, and it is inevitable that it makes strange sounds. It sounds strange and terrible late at night.

The charlatan said, "It's really like Yadan Devil City!"

Lu Sanming was proud: "Mr. God, can I still lie to you? This is the friction and vibration of the airflow. The wind is just blowing. You are waiting. No matter how strong the wind is, it will be like a ghost crying and howling."

Sure enough, a few people entered the house and saw nothing but gains. Just as they were about to go out, another strong wind came. This wind was much stronger than the previous one. Even the decayed roof was lifted up. The sound of the snarls suddenly started, as if thousands of ghosts were crying. Moreover, this sound was different from the Yadan Devil City: Yadan is located in the wilderness, and the sound came and went quickly. Zongzi Mountain was in a depression, and the sound was lingering everywhere, wave after wave. Meng Qianzi felt his scalp numb, and suddenly heard a shocking scream not far away.

Hearing the sound, it must be a mule worker, Meng Qianzi hurriedly said, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, inside and outside the house, two voices responded together: "I'll go and have a look."

The one outside was the one who stood guard. He had the advantage of the territory and before he could finish his speech, the person rushed out.

The Pixiu inside is, like most mountain dwellers, who always want to show off in front of the boss, but he was anxious for a moment and forgot to slip on the ground. He stepped on it and fell straight to the side. When he grabbed it with both hands, he had no real thing to borrow. He grabbed it directly on the wet moss on the wall, then grabbed it all the way and fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, I suddenly heard the walkie-talkie on my waist. It was a mountain dog who accompanied the mule worker. I explained on the other end: "It's okay, the country people are timid and are suspicious. Suddenly I heard the sound of the wind and slid again. The ghost kept screaming, and I stopped drinking."

It was a false alarm when he closed it. Meng Qianzi let out a long sigh. On this end, Pixiu was embarrassed and ashamed. He grabbed a handful of greasy and smelly, which was so stingy.

He struggled to get up, but he fell too strongly. As soon as he exerted force, he let out another painful hum. Jiang Lian was closest to him. Seeing this, he bent over and leaned over and reached out to him.

He has a good impression of Pixiu. This man is so big, but he has a shy and gentle temperament, with a bit cute contrast.

Pixiu was full of gratitude and said "thank you", and changed his clean hand to hold him, and then stood up with the help of his.

However, with one grasp, Jiang Lian did not pull him.

Pixiu was strange. He looked up at Jiang Lian and saw Jiang Lian frowning and staring at the stone wall. Suddenly, Adam's apple rolled up and shouted: "Qianzi."

Meng Qianzi turned around when she heard the sound, but she didn't see the mystery for a while. She only saw a line of ground scratches on the moss wall. They were caught all the way when the Pixiu fell.

Jiang Lian swallowed his saliva and said with a little excited tone: "Light, hurry up and turn the lights over, there are marks on the stone."

The light came immediately, with marks. It was just a part of the moss caught by the Pixiu. It was very disorderly, and it went back and forth, as if someone was repeatedly carving it with a knife, trying to get rid of something.

Meng Qianzi looked at it for a while and her heart thumped. She felt that something was about to be discovered.

She said, "Clearn all the moss on this wall."

***

Soon, all the moss on the wall was pulled away by Qing.

There are indeed words, all concentrated in the lower half of the picture, at that height, like someone sitting on a stool, tidying it out of strokes against the wall, then staring at it for a long time, scratching his head, and thinking hard.

And those words were later subjected to the scuffing of the knife. They probably wanted to destroy them. They did indeed successfully destroy some of them, but the ones that were not destroyed were deeply attached to the marks. After cleaning them, they became clearer, not to mention that there were two spotlights hitting the wall from left to right.

Jiang Lian could see the messy words clearly at a glance.

Dayu.

Tushan's birth begins.

Three passes through the house.

Who gave birth to Dayu?

Meng Qianzi also saw these words, but became more confused: Who carved these words? Did Yan Luo? It should be that there should be no second person who can write Chinese characters in the settlement of ethnic minorities like Wubainong Township, but how did Yan Luo study how Dayu controlled the flood?

Just as I was thinking, I heard a horrible sound from the charlatan's throat, similar to a breath of cold air, and then sat down to the ground.

Jiang Lian looked at him for a while and whispered: "Everyone is out, don't affect the charlatan."

He pulled Meng Qianzi out.

Meng Qianzi was still confused and looked back at the house frequently: "What are you doing, what's wrong with him?"

Jiang Lian's throat was dry, and he felt his hands tremble slightly: "He might have to think of something, don't affect him, give him space."

So, Meng Qianzi didn't say anything anymore. After a while, she muttered: "Why can't I think of it?"

Jiang Lian laughed: "Are you jealous of him? Qianzi, the charlatan is never jealous of you being able to cut mountains, move mountains, or hide mountains."

"He has specialized in his profession. He has been immersed in those mysterious things for twenty or thirty years. He has read more related books than you and has experienced more things than you. There are some connections that only he can connect - anyway, he is your lotus petal, so what's the credit you have, just don't let the petal bloom if you pull it to death."

Meng Qianzi wanted to laugh, but before she could speak, she heard the charlatan shouting in the house: "Little Elite?"

Meng Qianzi and Jiang Lian looked at each other and entered the house together.

The charlatan was still sitting on the ground, trembling with one hand on the two words "Dayu". After a while, he spoke: "You have heard of the legend of Dayu controlling the flood?"

Meng Qianzi answered: "I've heard it."

The charlatan turned to look at her: "Tell me, let me see."

He added: "It must be specific, the causes and consequences must be specific."

Meng Qianzi thought for a while: "It was in ancient times that floods were flooding. The emperor at that time was Yao, so he appointed Dayu's father Gun to control the flood. He heard that Gun used Xilan and only knew how to block but not diversion. If the flood control failed, he was killed by Yao."

The charlatan corrected him: "No, it was Shun who killed Gun. At that time, Emperor Shun had ascended the throne."

Is there any difference between this? Are they all the emperors? Meng Qianzi was indifferent: "Later, Shun appointed Gun's son Dayu to control the flood. Dayu was smarter than Gun, so he cured it."

Jiang Lian listened beside her, and listened to her singing words "It's cured." She smiled unconsciously and felt that she was really cute.
To be continued...